"What?" Wang Daoqing originally looked like a master, but his face changed drastically at this moment. He actually felt the smell of danger.

What frightened him even more was that his sword intent was incredibly a sense of fear.

Normally, sword intent is indomitable.

Moreover, the sword itself is proud enough.

Unless... Wang Daoqing suddenly had an idea in his mind: the young man, the other party, also understood the sword intent, and even the sword intent level was higher than that of himself.

The artistic conception is divided from the low level to the high level into subtle, agility, sublimation, great success, perfection, etc.

Wang Daoqing's sword intent is currently only in the early stage of entering the micro and belongs to the lowest level of sword intent.

"How is that possible?" Wang Daoqing's heartbeat was about to stop, and he couldn't believe it.

Sword Intent is his most proud existence. Not to mention that it is rare in the secular world, even in Xuanling Mountain, the other party can do it. What's more, the other party is still so young?

Wang Daoqing doesn’t believe it, he dares not believe it.

But, the next moment, he can't let it go!

Suddenly, a breath rippled from Su Xuan's body...

Sword Intent.

It's really a sword intent.

Moreover, this sword intent is indeed a higher-level existence, and there is a faint smell of transformation.

When Wang Daoqing's sword intent was released, he could only cover the entire venue. Although it seemed to be large in area, it was actually very scattered and could not be controlled with too precise accuracy.

The sword intent on Su Xuan's body seemed to have a soul, and could be accurately driven by Su Xuan.

The sword intent on Su Xuan's body was like a bullet, piercing through the air, piercing through the space, and locking himself.

Wang Daoqing's body is cold and cold!

Even the long sword hidden in the loose sleeves of the robe was trembling inexplicably.

The smell of death is getting stronger and stronger.

Su Xuan was right in front of him.

The purple-red heavy sword in Su Xuan's hand turned into a light of death with extreme speed.

Between life and death, Wang Daoqing is an existence in the late stage of the Grandmaster Realm, and an experienced martial arts practitioner who has practiced martial arts for more than 50 years.

He forced himself to suppress the shock and fear in his heart. Because he had already had thick calluses with his long-term sword holding, his hands that were more dark yellow were closed, his sleeves were shaken, and his silver-white sword was held by him.

The silver-white long sword is not thick, it is scary and dazzling. The silver-white light suddenly rippled in the hall, making people unable to open their eyes.

"laugh!"

The sharp and bloody sword tore the air and a sword rushed out.

If you look closely, you can see that his arm holding the sword is squirming and expanding, and there is also a faint light of true energy floating.

Wang Daoqing said that the sword technique was chanting.

"Yingyin..."

Under the thunder of the sword, the sword light rolled, the sword edge continued, and the sword turned into thousands of swords and rushed towards the front of us, giving people a shocking atmosphere.

The strength of the late Grandmaster realm is clearly displayed.

While the sword was shot out, Wang Daoqing's mind became much more stable, and the sharpness of the long sword gave him a sense of security.

At the same time, Su Xuan had already arrived in front of Wang Daoqing.

The first thing that intertwines is the sword!

"bite......"

The crisp sword sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the glass, heavy and harsh.

The sound is not important.

What’s important is that when the two swords intertwined, Wang Daoqing’s whole body was trembling like lightning and trembling wildly.

Even the bones on the face were shaking.
Chapter completed!